Throwback Friday, An Opera Calls, by Ivor Steven

An Opera Calls


I’m travelling to the City by train

Going to see a BK Opera performance again

My niece, a leading singer in the show

And these carriages are gently swaying to-and-fro

I’m arriving an hour early

Doing so, quite deliberately

As the venue’s a classic olden Hotel

A bar to relax and have a spell

Drink a boutique ale or two

And some friendly chatter too

A young lady, Julia, I meet

She’s polite and sweet

We shake hands and talk warmly

Happily saying to me, she loves poetry

And I offer her an Opera ticket free

But alas, she’s about to take her leave


Upstairs I go, soon the shows to begin

I’m eager to hear the young Soprano’s sing

The Opera’s an unusual Production

A lover’s tragic telephone conversation

The four separate settings are of a Lady’s Boudoir

Our singers’ attire, glossy gowns and silky nightwear

There’s soft lighting, satin cushions and screens.

And the opera is divided into four scenes

In four Hotel rooms, with a Soprano Artiste`

Our audience standing during each piece

I’m transfixed, as the soloist sings

And we applaud from the small room’s wings

A most intriguing and wondrous show I’ve seen

An Opera called, La Voix Humaine


Ivor Steven (c)  August 2017


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